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the Mississippi starts small, at the headwaters. A child can cross stone to stone, almost slipping into cold water. Sometimes they do fall, but stumbling and soaking wet, they finish crossing. Now, these blue-gray stones and clear rippling currents still sound like their laughter.
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Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 2:47 PM UTC
lslaathaug
Like many great things
the Mississippi starts small, at the headwaters. A child can cross stone to stone, almost slipping into cold water. Sometimes they do fall, but stumbling and soaking wet, they finish crossing. Now, these blue-gray stones and clear rippling currents still sound like their laughter.
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